She is from all directions
She is the North...
All of the wide open spaces
Crisp as the cold mountian air
She is the East...
Where the leaves fly with the wind
A warmth that surrounds you making you feel less alone
She is the South...
The sweet fragrance of the magnolia blossom
With the gracfulness of an osprey in flight
She is the West...
The smell of the ocean lingers on you
Where the sunset leaves you*
speechless from it's untouchable beauty
He is a man for all seasons
He is the Winter...
The chill that hangs in the breath of the air
Frost's intricate design on a windowpane
He is the Spring...
The soft lullabies of the birds
Drops of water as you dance under the rain
He is the Summer...
A heat that burns to the touch
The longest of all days
He is the Autumn...
The sturdy tree that stands alone without his leaves
The chill that goes down your spine
when he's looking into your eyes
*Complementing each other gracfully
This is a collaboration with a friend from another poet site I'm on.
The ever so elusive ~fairydust~
The hardest poem I've ever written!
She doesn't know how to rhyme and I don't know how to not rhyme!
Of course fairy, being a woman...got her way.